Sex + Love

My breasts, aka “the girls,” and I have been through quite a journey together. It wasn’t until I had my daughter that I realized the poor quality of life I had been inflicting upon them throughout the years.

I have pressured people into sex. I have had partners say they weren’t in the mood and tried to change their minds. I have sulked when they didn’t. And I did this for years without realizing it was wrong. Why? Because I’m a straight woman.

The most recent issue of Time features a cover with twenty-one shadowed question marks scattered under the headline: “Is Monogamy Over?”

Any location you put that much time and energy into will be able to tell you something about yourself. You can't help but rub off a little on the world around you.

With a thick skin formed from being in show business, he's sure to be a good sport about third-degree questioning and ribbing from your well-meaning family members. Kermit also has plenty of experience dealing with high-profile celebrities that guest starred in Muppet productions over the years, including his most recent ex, so even the strongest personalities in your family tree won't phase him.

I didn’t realize I could like girls and boys. I didn’t have to choose, and one didn’t cancel out the other. Around the same time I attended my first GSA meeting, I did wonder, maybe I’m not straight? Maybe I’m gay?

Action movies don't usually bother much with romance. The trailer for The Transporter: Refueled certainly doesn't. The hero is cool — sexy women, plural, throw themselves at him, or at least stand near him and things blow up; there are fights and revenge and high production values. Romance is, at best, a secondary concern.

It was there to get you through the long nights of cramming for midterms you should have prepared for weeks prior. It livened your eyes at those first few internship meetings. It reminded you that you were a rockstar, even at 6 a.m. on Mondays.